#if its confusing

[luvmihya]

have you ever seen a writter getting a request and when you read it you think anon is thirsting for the water you own

[ask-yohio-loid-archive]

haha...lovesickness is like a pimple..you can wait for it to disappear, or you can pop it and have a temporary solution that hurts you later...

[sweet61]

Quite a few Indian people are following me so I want to make my position clear. I am anti hindutva but equally anti islamism. I think both are fascist ideologies. I dont support lefties who are pro azadi in Kashmir. See I’m okay with a majority in a state deciding that it wants to secede because the Indian state has not fulfilled its promise in terms of good governance. If all the people in Kerala decide that they are better off as a separate country then I see no reason why they should remain stuck to India.

But I dont support fascism of any kind. So if all the Hindus in Kerala decide to drive out the Muslims and Christians and THEN demand a separate state I don't think they have the right to. That’s exactly the situation in Kashmir. Just replace the Hindu majority with a Muslim majority.

So I dont agree with whatever Kanhiya or Umaid said about Kashmir, Afzal Guru and Kasab (Imean seriously if you wnat to talk about injustice chose someone other than a guy who was photographed with an AK47 SHOOTING people dude) but I 100% defend their right to say it no matter what I personally think of their opinion.

[ask-the-fnaf-nightguards]

[adarn]

[passionate yelling] writing out ideas that you've had in your brain for ages is the best feeling in the world

theres a sample under the read more, its not that much at all but i like how it stops after the last sentence before i add any more

“And then they lived happily ever after.” My father gazed at my soothed face as my leaden eyelids began to fall shut.  I smiled because, though I couldn’t see his face, I knew he was smiling back at me.  “Good night, my dear daughter,” he said before his body awoke from his carefully crafted rocking chair and glided over to my bedside to gently kiss my forehead. 

“Good night, Papa.” I replied lazily in a voice that had only had five or so years to mature.  When he opened the door, the room was doused in a warm soup of yellow light. It slowly increased in intensity before shaking me from the shackles of sleep. 

                                                     • • •

I woke up eleven years later.